Disclaimer: Alrighty! First of all, I'm just going to do this: Chinow:
Aw, thank ya! I'm in your chappie? Awesome! Evil Child: *In force
trance* I will write a new chapter.. 0.o Katt: Cool! I think I'll have
older Boba in for fifth period. Med-Jai ferret: 'Course ya get a bigger
part! Hm, I just don't like Smirfs, and with the help of my blaster
wielding co-host, anything is possible!
Boba: *smirks*
SSJ V: By the way, does anyone else feel the need to kill Rystall or is that just me? Anywho, I don't own Star Wars! *In poor Scottish accent* You can take away our money/ personal possessions, but you can never take our fan fiction!
PS: I'm writing this in a hurry before my parents get home and I go back to my other story. Uh.... ya, that's my best excuse for excessive crappy- ness.
PPS: By the way, if anyone from the BFFC is reading this, hi!
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//Gunna die, gunna die, gunna die, gunna die, gunna die, gunna die, gunna die, gunna die, gunna die, gunna die, gunna die, gunna die, gunna die, gunna die, gunna die, gunna die, gunna die.....\\ SSJ V repeated to herself as the trio came upon the doorway to Vader's classroom. He put it in the basement to scare people on purpose, didn't he?
//Boba, this is probably one of the last things I'm ever going to say... or think... whatever, you get it. I just wanted to apologize for trying to kill you on several occasions, OK?\\
Boba stared at the door. //You didn't make any split second miracle plan then I guess. \\
She looked back at him. //I thought that was your job. \\ *Sigh* //Oh well, if it becomes apparent that we are both going to die, I'm at least goin' out with a bang. \\
They entered the cold, dark, poorly lit room and sat down on a set of crumbling, decayed desks. Ofcourse, thanks to our good friend Murphy, the only spots left were at the front of the class, beside Vader's desk. SSJ V could have sworn she heard sadistic laughter coming from the corner of the class over there...
At first it was faint, growing steadily louder, and louder. *Inhale* *Exhale* They strained their ears for the sound of their ever nearing doom. *Inhale* *Exhale* SSJ V gripped a piece of the old desk, which broke off in her hand. *Inhale* *Exhale* *Inhale* *Exhale* *Inhale* *Exhale* The door creaked open... *Inhale* *Exhale*
"So, my two favorite authors have finally arrived. Now, tell me, what gave you the inspiration to have ME get knocked out by a pine cone?" He drawled.
"OOC." Boba answered. Vader glared.... Uh, I think.
"Er, see, well." SSJ V began "Uh, the way I see it, you and Anakin are two different people! Ya! Anakin is a whiny, love sick brat, and you, are, um, not?"
Vader stared. Maybe she was imagining it, but was it becoming harder to breathe? His fist tightened. No, she was DEFINITELY not imagining it! *gasp* *choke* The sounds came from beside her! She looked over to see her co-host in no better a position than she. At the back of the class, Darth_Padme shifted nervously in her chair, and Cat's eyes darted nervously from Vader to the two authors. He wouldn't REALLY kill them, would he?
Beside SSJ V, her friend stumbled. No, no, no! This couldn't be happening! It was just a story! What was he doing? Wait, Sith = touchy. Sith + anger = death.
"It was me!" SSJ V couldn't believe she was saying this! Now she was toast for sure! "I wrote it, he only announced it! Jeeze, I take full responsibility for writing a STUPID, TWO PAGE STORY!!!" Oh, yeah, YELLING at him was OBVIOUSLY going to do the trick. Hey, 'I take full responsibility?' That sounded familiar, like that admiral. The one who didn't live very long. Er, the second or third one.
Beside her, the breathing pace of the hunter to be leveled off, while she found herself watching the black closing in on the edges of her vision (A/N I was nearly knocked out once. It's freaky, you can only see through this weird tunnel vision and you can't think strait.). //DOH!\\ Star Wars movies from the past whizzed by in her mind, as odd phrases such as 'Try not. Do or do not. There is no try' and 'Feel, don't think. Trust your instincts' berated her mind. For some odd reason, she found herself thinking back to old episodes of Dragon Ball Z. Stupid, useless facts danced in her brain. //I'll never see how Buu dies. That sucks. How many Say-jins does it take to change a light bulb? I bet if you stuck one in a socket then made it turn super Say-jin that they would be a good night light. Woo, lack of oxygen to head. How do they turn super Say-jin anywho? Oh ya! They get mondo mad! ARG! Used Krillin phrase! Well, I'M mondo mad at Vader! He's killing me, he tried to kill my co -host, who is now shaking me, again, AND he made me use a KRILLIN CATCH PHRASE! OOOOOH- NO ONE MAKES ME USE AN UGLY NOSELESS SPOTTED MIDGET'S CATCH PHRASE AND LIVES TO TELL THE TALE VADER! GO-ING- DOWN!
SSJ V's eye's flickered, her pupils disappeared, and her eyes flashed green. She glared at Vader's hand (Its really his hand's fault, after all ;) until his fingers slowly opened, and she could once again breathe.
"WOO! Booya! Look who can breathe! That's right! I know how to breathe- wait- I'm making myself look like an idiot again, aren't I?"
The entire class stared at her. "Uh, SSJ?" Leca started. "Your eyes are green, your hair is glowing, and you just pried open the dark lord of the Sith' hand open with the Force."
"... That's it? Jeeze, duh, look at the name, I'm a Super Say-jin, BIG SRUPRISE. Oh, I opened someone's hand? WHOOP-DI-DO!" SS J V answered. They kept staring. "Look, guys, if an eight year old and his buddy can go Super Say-jin, it would be pretty freakin' embarrassing if I couldn't. AND it's just his hand! It's not like he was TRYING either, so it's no big deal, OK?"
*Inhale* *Exhale* "Precisely why you should stop interrupting my class." Vader growled.
*Meep* answered the rest of the class (Minus Boba ;) and sat down.
Vader began to teach, with the rest of the class completely entranced by his detailed account of the rebellion. Pfft! Ya right! The rest of the class either goofed off or fell asleep, while Cat and Darth_Padme scribbled down some notes about what Vader was talking about, which was- uh- I actually don't know, but they might.
Leca wrote something on her data pad, then passed it to Boba, who in turn scribbled something in it, then passed it to SSJ V. It read:
(Brackets are Boba's answer) * SSJ V's answer* Random Survey:
#1) Do you think that Legolas would do the chicken dance? (What's a Legolas?) *Uh- No*
#2) Would it be funny if Elrond announced that all elves must participate in a yearly Congo dance? (Who's Elrond?) *I call fan fic rights*
#3) Who would be the best guy to sing the 'I'm Too Sexy' song (From LOTR) (I'm guessing that that question is not directed at me) *You scare me, Lecks.*
#4) Do elves eat chicken? (.... Are you taking something? Spice, maybe? If so, please lean over so I can bash your head into my desk) *Only magic chicken from the land of the funky magic chickens where they are free to frolic and play and make merry. On second thought, put me down for the same as him.*
#5) Last question: What would Vader sound like if he were trying to drink Pepsi? (...) *slurp* *inhale* *slurp* *exhale* *choke* *choke* *gag* *slurp* 'Admiral, you disappoint me' *slurp, slurpady, slurp, slurp* A/N TRY making those noises!
She passed it back to Leca, who started shaking convulsively, trying not to laugh. Darth_Padme looked up from a boredom-enduced stupor, and called the data pad into her hand.
"HA, HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
"Is something funny?" Vader asked, turning away from the chalk board.
"I- uh- yes! It was just SOOOO funny how you um- blew up Alderan! Ha- I bet those Alderinians- is that right? Alderinians? Anywho, I bet they NEVER SAW IT COMMING because WHO would guess that your planets just going to BLOW UP right! Ha-ha-ha?" Darth_Padme put on a fake cheesy smile.
//Oh, dear force, that was SO faked. \\ SSJ V thought //There's no WAY she's getting away with-\\
"Very well. Try to keep your mirth to yourself next time." Vader answered.
SSJ V stared. ///WTF?\\ Leca asked telepathically. Boba nodded in agreement. WTF seemed to be the perfect phrase for the moment.
Darth_Padme sighed and slid down her chair in relief. She was alive, and that was always a good thing. //Teacher's pet. \\ Leca scowled at her.
//Better than being choked to death. \\
//... Damn, she's right! \\
The bell rang, ending the class. The three were out of there right behind the kid who turned half road runner to get as far away from Vader as possible. Now, who did they have for period five?
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*Dun- dun- dun!! Who do they have for period five? Sorry about the Super Say-jin thing, I realize that it was kind of stupid, but she needs to be SSJ for year three. It's important, and I couldn't think of another way out. 0.0 Plus, I'm to lazy to think of a better way out.
Boba: Mhm. I think we forgot something.
SSJ V: I'll just rely on the fact that your more observant then me for this one. What?
Boba: The face that we do not own Pepsi, Lord Of The Rings or Dragon Ball Z. And the fact that you were still to lazy to think up a good outfit for male Padme fans to wear. And that we're still accepting characters. And probably something else too, which I can not think of for the moment.
SSJ V: Er, what he said.
Lots O' Laugh,
B& SSJ V
Boba: *smirks*
SSJ V: By the way, does anyone else feel the need to kill Rystall or is that just me? Anywho, I don't own Star Wars! *In poor Scottish accent* You can take away our money/ personal possessions, but you can never take our fan fiction!
PS: I'm writing this in a hurry before my parents get home and I go back to my other story. Uh.... ya, that's my best excuse for excessive crappy- ness.
PPS: By the way, if anyone from the BFFC is reading this, hi!
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//Gunna die, gunna die, gunna die, gunna die, gunna die, gunna die, gunna die, gunna die, gunna die, gunna die, gunna die, gunna die, gunna die, gunna die, gunna die, gunna die, gunna die.....\\ SSJ V repeated to herself as the trio came upon the doorway to Vader's classroom. He put it in the basement to scare people on purpose, didn't he?
//Boba, this is probably one of the last things I'm ever going to say... or think... whatever, you get it. I just wanted to apologize for trying to kill you on several occasions, OK?\\
Boba stared at the door. //You didn't make any split second miracle plan then I guess. \\
She looked back at him. //I thought that was your job. \\ *Sigh* //Oh well, if it becomes apparent that we are both going to die, I'm at least goin' out with a bang. \\
They entered the cold, dark, poorly lit room and sat down on a set of crumbling, decayed desks. Ofcourse, thanks to our good friend Murphy, the only spots left were at the front of the class, beside Vader's desk. SSJ V could have sworn she heard sadistic laughter coming from the corner of the class over there...
At first it was faint, growing steadily louder, and louder. *Inhale* *Exhale* They strained their ears for the sound of their ever nearing doom. *Inhale* *Exhale* SSJ V gripped a piece of the old desk, which broke off in her hand. *Inhale* *Exhale* *Inhale* *Exhale* *Inhale* *Exhale* The door creaked open... *Inhale* *Exhale*
"So, my two favorite authors have finally arrived. Now, tell me, what gave you the inspiration to have ME get knocked out by a pine cone?" He drawled.
"OOC." Boba answered. Vader glared.... Uh, I think.
"Er, see, well." SSJ V began "Uh, the way I see it, you and Anakin are two different people! Ya! Anakin is a whiny, love sick brat, and you, are, um, not?"
Vader stared. Maybe she was imagining it, but was it becoming harder to breathe? His fist tightened. No, she was DEFINITELY not imagining it! *gasp* *choke* The sounds came from beside her! She looked over to see her co-host in no better a position than she. At the back of the class, Darth_Padme shifted nervously in her chair, and Cat's eyes darted nervously from Vader to the two authors. He wouldn't REALLY kill them, would he?
Beside SSJ V, her friend stumbled. No, no, no! This couldn't be happening! It was just a story! What was he doing? Wait, Sith = touchy. Sith + anger = death.
"It was me!" SSJ V couldn't believe she was saying this! Now she was toast for sure! "I wrote it, he only announced it! Jeeze, I take full responsibility for writing a STUPID, TWO PAGE STORY!!!" Oh, yeah, YELLING at him was OBVIOUSLY going to do the trick. Hey, 'I take full responsibility?' That sounded familiar, like that admiral. The one who didn't live very long. Er, the second or third one.
Beside her, the breathing pace of the hunter to be leveled off, while she found herself watching the black closing in on the edges of her vision (A/N I was nearly knocked out once. It's freaky, you can only see through this weird tunnel vision and you can't think strait.). //DOH!\\ Star Wars movies from the past whizzed by in her mind, as odd phrases such as 'Try not. Do or do not. There is no try' and 'Feel, don't think. Trust your instincts' berated her mind. For some odd reason, she found herself thinking back to old episodes of Dragon Ball Z. Stupid, useless facts danced in her brain. //I'll never see how Buu dies. That sucks. How many Say-jins does it take to change a light bulb? I bet if you stuck one in a socket then made it turn super Say-jin that they would be a good night light. Woo, lack of oxygen to head. How do they turn super Say-jin anywho? Oh ya! They get mondo mad! ARG! Used Krillin phrase! Well, I'M mondo mad at Vader! He's killing me, he tried to kill my co -host, who is now shaking me, again, AND he made me use a KRILLIN CATCH PHRASE! OOOOOH- NO ONE MAKES ME USE AN UGLY NOSELESS SPOTTED MIDGET'S CATCH PHRASE AND LIVES TO TELL THE TALE VADER! GO-ING- DOWN!
SSJ V's eye's flickered, her pupils disappeared, and her eyes flashed green. She glared at Vader's hand (Its really his hand's fault, after all ;) until his fingers slowly opened, and she could once again breathe.
"WOO! Booya! Look who can breathe! That's right! I know how to breathe- wait- I'm making myself look like an idiot again, aren't I?"
The entire class stared at her. "Uh, SSJ?" Leca started. "Your eyes are green, your hair is glowing, and you just pried open the dark lord of the Sith' hand open with the Force."
"... That's it? Jeeze, duh, look at the name, I'm a Super Say-jin, BIG SRUPRISE. Oh, I opened someone's hand? WHOOP-DI-DO!" SS J V answered. They kept staring. "Look, guys, if an eight year old and his buddy can go Super Say-jin, it would be pretty freakin' embarrassing if I couldn't. AND it's just his hand! It's not like he was TRYING either, so it's no big deal, OK?"
*Inhale* *Exhale* "Precisely why you should stop interrupting my class." Vader growled.
*Meep* answered the rest of the class (Minus Boba ;) and sat down.
Vader began to teach, with the rest of the class completely entranced by his detailed account of the rebellion. Pfft! Ya right! The rest of the class either goofed off or fell asleep, while Cat and Darth_Padme scribbled down some notes about what Vader was talking about, which was- uh- I actually don't know, but they might.
Leca wrote something on her data pad, then passed it to Boba, who in turn scribbled something in it, then passed it to SSJ V. It read:
(Brackets are Boba's answer) * SSJ V's answer* Random Survey:
#1) Do you think that Legolas would do the chicken dance? (What's a Legolas?) *Uh- No*
#2) Would it be funny if Elrond announced that all elves must participate in a yearly Congo dance? (Who's Elrond?) *I call fan fic rights*
#3) Who would be the best guy to sing the 'I'm Too Sexy' song (From LOTR) (I'm guessing that that question is not directed at me) *You scare me, Lecks.*
#4) Do elves eat chicken? (.... Are you taking something? Spice, maybe? If so, please lean over so I can bash your head into my desk) *Only magic chicken from the land of the funky magic chickens where they are free to frolic and play and make merry. On second thought, put me down for the same as him.*
#5) Last question: What would Vader sound like if he were trying to drink Pepsi? (...) *slurp* *inhale* *slurp* *exhale* *choke* *choke* *gag* *slurp* 'Admiral, you disappoint me' *slurp, slurpady, slurp, slurp* A/N TRY making those noises!
She passed it back to Leca, who started shaking convulsively, trying not to laugh. Darth_Padme looked up from a boredom-enduced stupor, and called the data pad into her hand.
"HA, HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
"Is something funny?" Vader asked, turning away from the chalk board.
"I- uh- yes! It was just SOOOO funny how you um- blew up Alderan! Ha- I bet those Alderinians- is that right? Alderinians? Anywho, I bet they NEVER SAW IT COMMING because WHO would guess that your planets just going to BLOW UP right! Ha-ha-ha?" Darth_Padme put on a fake cheesy smile.
//Oh, dear force, that was SO faked. \\ SSJ V thought //There's no WAY she's getting away with-\\
"Very well. Try to keep your mirth to yourself next time." Vader answered.
SSJ V stared. ///WTF?\\ Leca asked telepathically. Boba nodded in agreement. WTF seemed to be the perfect phrase for the moment.
Darth_Padme sighed and slid down her chair in relief. She was alive, and that was always a good thing. //Teacher's pet. \\ Leca scowled at her.
//Better than being choked to death. \\
//... Damn, she's right! \\
The bell rang, ending the class. The three were out of there right behind the kid who turned half road runner to get as far away from Vader as possible. Now, who did they have for period five?
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*Dun- dun- dun!! Who do they have for period five? Sorry about the Super Say-jin thing, I realize that it was kind of stupid, but she needs to be SSJ for year three. It's important, and I couldn't think of another way out. 0.0 Plus, I'm to lazy to think of a better way out.
Boba: Mhm. I think we forgot something.
SSJ V: I'll just rely on the fact that your more observant then me for this one. What?
Boba: The face that we do not own Pepsi, Lord Of The Rings or Dragon Ball Z. And the fact that you were still to lazy to think up a good outfit for male Padme fans to wear. And that we're still accepting characters. And probably something else too, which I can not think of for the moment.
SSJ V: Er, what he said.
Lots O' Laugh,
B& SSJ V
